A $30 cab fare

J always tells me never to take the black taxis. Last night was one of those nights where my lack of patience and my refined skill of improper time management got the best of me.

He asked me about what it was like in America and how it feels to be in Korea. With my elementary level speaking skills, I constructed simple sentences (sort of like stacking blue, red and yellow building blocks one on top of another) in attempt to describe the deeper rooted feelings and personal opinions that have evolved in the short time that I have spent here. I had to slip in my 'love story' (barf). After asking to shake my hand, he wished my 'date' and I warm hearts over dinner. Nothing warms you up more than a couple shots of Johnnie Black and 샤브샤브.